This week I happened upon a video of a big cracked rock, all dusty and bashed up and completely unremarkable. Sooner than I could scroll past, the rock split in two, revealing the most glorious sight. Inside, it was gleaming and lustrous and endlessly deep. What looked like an ordinary boulder was really a huge orb of obsidian, glass born from volcanic fire.

Friends, we all get a little dusty over time, and life can bash us up, too.

How comforting to know that at our core, even when it doesn’t look it, or feel it – especially when it doesn’t look it, or feel it – we are glowing and glimmering.

At our core, we are stardust,

forged from the fire of the universe,

just waiting to crack open and shine.